Crossdressing Sissies Novels & Stories

If Susanna and Teresa were in my shoes they wouldn't waste time talking or caring about any stupid rule. I bite my lips and moved my hips, taking my dress off very slowly at the same time. Pulsing heat and sexual tension thicken in the room and I decided to go with the flow. I slowly remove my dress and off went my drawers down from my breast to my stomach until it curled to my toes. The king widened his eyes and with a sharp intake of breath, shifted on the bed. I let every last of my clothing fall to my feet. walking out of it and then standing in front of him wearing only my stockings that one of the other courtesan had picked up for me

She could obviously smell I was a wolf. Heather stepped back from the rack of dresses, narrowing her eyes at the woman. "Ah, I didn't realize this establishment was run by specists." "I am not a specist. I just prefer Supes to model our dresses." She sneered, crossing her arms. "I am doing this–charity work–as a favor to Alpha Cross." "Yeah, no thanks." Heather grabbed my arm. "We will go elsewhere." We headed to the door and I flung a rude hand gesture at the woman. I might've been human, but I was Were now. She had no right to be such an asshole.

"Stop fooling yourself. Drake DeMarco isn't the type of man to go for someone less than smoking hot." "He's not going for me." Sicily tossed the panties back in the drawer and walked to the closet, pulling a bra from one of the hangers and tugging down a formless black winter dress. "Yes, he is. I've seen the way he looks at you." Lisa moved up beside her again, picking up a large brown belt and boots. "Wear this with your dress. It will accentuate your waist." "I don't want anything accentuated. I want to hide in a big hole and starve myself until I drop twenty pounds." Sicily took the boots and belt, knowing it was far easier just to dress up than argue with Lisa.

Wearing a mischievous smile, Alyssa grabbed the microphone, halfheartedly slapping that little red sequined jacket on so that it covered her nipples—barely. “Thank you for coming tonight, y’all,” she breathed, still panting. “Your enthusiasm for the past five years has made Sexy Sirens a truly special place. I’m thrilled you came to spend your evening with me.” She batted her black lashes over her baby blues, working the crowd. Luc wanted to vomit. No, that wasn’t true. He wanted to pick her up, throw her over his shoulder, and forbid her to ever return here or take her clothes off in public again.

Or just me because I’m an alpha female. I was so lost in my fantasies, I totally forgot I was supposed to be preparing for my mini shopping. “Mia? You ready? Let’s go!” Sissy said, peeping through my door. “I’ll be with you shortly sissy,” I said, checking out my final look in the mirror and applying my favourite fragrance while throwing in my keys and cards in my purse then headed out. “I think red is bold and beautiful,” sissy said, touching a red dress on the dresser admiringly.

I would’ve thought it was real. “Fuck,” Fred says, looking at me and placing his phone into his pocket. I look around the room while everyone’s eyes are on me. I stand up, adjusting my tie, and my brothers do the same. As I start walking to the door, Sissi opens the double doors. She is wearing a white dress. She looks like a bride and next to her is Greg.

So, Over the next couple of years, I started cross dressing & playing with big black toys, until I just couldn't take it no more. Then I found the M4T personals on Craigslist & quickly hooked up with another Big Black Cock, who fucked my now totally broke in ass pussy. Over the next few years I hooked up with another 10 Big Black Cock's, who I dressed up all sexy for & had them just fuck my ass pussy, with some of them even cumming all up in me too.

again! Like he hadn’t murdered a man over my panties and then looked at me like he wanted to fuck me on the corpse. Then why was he acting all different just yesterday. The head servant gestured, and the others moved in... they were efficient, gentle, and no nonsense. Dresses were laid across the bed like offerings to some ancient, horny god...black silk with a thigh slit that should’ve been illegal in at least three countries, crimson velvet that screamed “fuck me in a cathedral and let the saints watch,” emerald lace so delicate it looked designed to be torn off with teeth in a fit of impatience.

Sierra said as she twirled in her little light blue dress and matching crown. “Like it? I love it!” Rosie laughed. “Slutty princess, totally suits you,” “It’s not slutty!” Sierra gasped in horror, pulling down her skirt. “Sure, if you say so,” Rosie winked playfully and strode towards Sierra’s closet. She was coming over to borrow some shoes.

“I never thought I’d see the day that you’re scared of someone,” Dodge said, listening to Ruby’s retreating steps and hollers of drunken men, and moved closer to the standing Cassidy. “I’m… I’m not scared of Silas,” Cassidy retaliated, her eyes focused on her bare feet. “Then why you shakin’ in your bones?” Dodge cracked a rare, small smile and chuckle. Cassidy released her own dry chuckle, plucking her gloves off and discarding them somewhere in the room; she’d stolen the dress and accessories from the closet down the hall and more than glad it fit. “Mr.Moor-”